As the hermit crab haphazardly shed what he once was— so did I. A shell of my former self seemed to covet the asylum that used to contain me. It no longer seems to serve me. How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did Not become? Lost opportunities fizzled into the distance coupled with the forgone shell. I molt in parallel to the hermit crab, continuing on while leaving behind what I used to be.